See you two in a while! Study hard! We will. I'm glad your parents trust us in your room. Yeah, trust. Who wants snickerdoodles and milk? Did I leave my hammer in here? Trust mixed with constant surveillance

(Gasp!) Oh my gosh!! What? Jeremy, there's a black mole on your back! There is? We need to call the dermatologist now! Wait … What is it?? An olive from the pizza I ate in bed last night. But I appreciate your hysteria. All part of being your mom.

My parents are making me take the S.A.T. again, too. Why? What did you mess up? I got, like, zero points on my essay. How did that happen? I drew three pages of flaming skulls. They always slam you for creativity.

Jeremy, your dad and I have been reviewing your S.A.T. results. We don't expect you to get a perfect score. And we don't expect you to get into Harvard. But you need to take the test again. Why? I've met all of your expectations.